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For Crash and Burn, Hawaii Five-O, Steve / Danny

Crash and Burn
Author: le_mousquetaire
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O
Danny Williams / Steve McGarrett
Promtp order by lea_asun1
NC-17, language.



- Will we still discussing this? - Steve drove with the same nonchalance as ever, at high speed and maintaining eyes on the road within the minimum safety standard. Iban way Danny department, having closed yet another successful event, which was equivalent to the use of hundreds of ammunition, several thousand dollars in property damage, a couple of criminals in the hospital, Chin and Kono with scrapes and bruises, Steve with a large bruise in the chest and Danny absolutely furious.

- While you do not understand the concept of protocol or the mere thought of having to wait for backup before entering a crowded gunmen property without respect for human life, let's have this discussion many times as necessary to ensure that information into that big head of yours to Neanderthal or even kill me a stroke of sheer frustration. - Danny had not stopped scolding from the time they had to drag him out of the warehouse to explode where they had come to rescue the briefcase containing the list of buyers of the huge load of narcotics that had just been recovered, along with dozen subjects who had undergone Kono and Chin the hard way and was terrified to force Danny to talk incessantly about the garbage they were and all the trouble they had caused.

- needed that list to incriminate them, Danny, the winery was about to explode and we would lose the only evidence we had against ...

- The important part here and apparently you keep ignoring, is that the fucking cellar would burst ! - Danny's voice had risen eighth with every word and Steve was beginning to find more annoying than fun in the sermon he had almost an hour listening. - And not only that you went there risking your fucking ass, oh no, but I had to risk my going after you, because your mind and all your training are not enough to help you discern between a calculated risk and absolute risk Unnecessary ... - Danny gesturing as he spoke, his hand strengthened in comprehensive and accurate movements, points most important of his summing up of events.

Steve had taken the way home half an hour ago, taking advantage of Danny was completely concentrated on kicking his ass figuratively and not paying attention to the road. Camaro parked in the garage outside palapa in the back of his house and killed the engine, giving you time to finish speaking Danny and realize where they were, what was still a few minutes.

- And why the hell we're in your home? - Steve left the car and headed for the entrance does not respond, confident that Danny would follow, just to keep yelling or fighting with him to take the car keys. I was getting a couple of beers in the fridge when I heard the door close shut.

- Give me the keys, McGarrett, or I swear to God I'll take my knife and I cut each one of the pockets of your fucking pants. - Steve put the bottle of beer in hand and went into the yard, showing him the car keys, challenging him to follow him and take away.

- If you think a beer and the fantastic view you have here will make me forget how bad I have spent today, you have no idea what you're doing ... - it took a long sip of beer and dropped into the beach chair next to Steve. - Required much more than that to make me change my mood, you can call Rachel to ask some advice about dealing with me when I get well.

were silent for a few minutes, enjoying the beer, the view and sunset.

- will it help if I say I'm sorry? - Steve could see the half smile of Danny, apparently the worst of the storm had passed.

- But do you really regret?, I mean, I can trust you not to do it again next time, it can be, not in the next 24 hours? - And there was the hope that Steve had finally recovered Danny calm.

- And I'm dead serious McGarrett, I know you've spent your whole adult life as a soldier and trained you to put the mission above all, who always worked alone and learned not to depend on anyone. - Danny ... - Shut up and listen, ok? - Danny is on his feet and walked steadily against Steve, watching him come and go, with the gesture seriously and visibly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

- You are part of a team, Steve, a computer, by the way, you yourself chose. - Steve tried to speak but a simple gesture of Danny stopped him. - This team knows what it does and has more your common sense. What you do, that you jump head without looking back, to make decisions without consulting your computer, is a complete lack of respect for Kono and Chin, and probably the reason why I will end this year with an ulcer, if not held in prison after you've killed with my own hands.

Danny walked a few feet away, giving space for your words to take effect. Steve ran his hands through his hair, unwilling to accept that Danny was right. He was the one who constantly reminded them were family, Five-O was Ohana. All those years in the military had taught him not to wait for someone to watch your back and rely on their own. Now it was part of a team that trusted him and who was responsible and to whom did little for acting so rashly as he was doing.

- Sorry Danny, really sorry ... - said with absolute sincerity. Danny even went back to him, but he could see, the way his shoulders are relaxed, that his apology had been heard, but was still pending whether it would be fully accepted.

- Give me the keys and once we finish this fucking shitty day ... - Danny turned, extending a hand, snapping his fingers to emphasize its urgency. Steve did not want to separate with the weight of that conversation among them, knowing as he did, that his partner would go home with frustration over, even angry about what had happened.

So he took another risk stupid, just because they could not change a whole life in a moment. Showed him the keys and put them in the pocket of his trousers.

- Come for them, then. - Noted the expression of utter disbelief in the eyes of Danny and felt his pulse speed ahead. This would be very, very good.

- Oh, do you really think that's going to stop? - He walked slowly, measuring each step and Steve could not help your body put on alert before the decided gesture of her partner. - Perhaps you have ninja training and go to know what the hell else, but I grew up in Jersey, Brah , and some tricks too ...

- Well, tough guy, show me how ... - I was standing up while talking when Danny jumped on him, shooting him in the sand, using elbows and knees to keep it under control. It was the surprise of the attack which helped him to keep his back against the ground, using his weight on his hips to prevent the move, while looking for the keys in his pocket.

- Ja! - Danny showed him the keys, smiling from ear to ear, pleased himself for having expired, relaxed for the first time in hours. Steve felt something inside my chest, feeling powerful and unknown that made up half, taking Danny's face in his hands and kiss him without thinking of nothing but the smile on his lips.

knew I had to stop, knew there was no justification for what he was doing, but I could not do more than kiss the mouth that never silent, and I was finally responding to contact you, seeking to impose, as always, wanting have the last word, claiming her lips in a full stroke of urgency and anger.

Danny was the one who pulled away first, looking at him with narrowed eyes, as if expecting a trap behind this unexpected gesture. He stood up, slowly, without saying a word, extending his hand to help him stand.

As soon Steve was upright, Danny dropped his arm and walked into the house. Steve does not know what to do for a while, until he realized that Danny was probably way out the door.

- Danny, wait. - He ran to catch and caught one arm, forcing him to stop. Danny tried to escape, but Steve was not willing to let go. - You can not just leave, not after ...

- I can not do this, Steve, I can not, not right now ... - Steve dropped his arm, a little confused by the tone of his voice and the expression of utter desolation on his face.

- What are you talking about? - He came, imposed by its height, forcing him to face him, blocking his path to the exit. - I do not know what that is, right?, I'm as confused as you. But this is something real and not think any of us can continue to deny it, considering what you have out there.

Danny raised his arms and put both hands behind his head, a few steps away, Steve knew he was pressing, but for the sake of friendship and employment, needed to clarify the situation as soon as possible.

- I can not handle this right now, Steve, so forget it and continue as usual, okay? - Danny smiled at him and hit him in the shoulder with a closed fist, playing it down the whole thing. But Steve is not willing to leave it at that. Knowing Danny as he knew, he was sure that things would never be the same and that his companion would lock itself again, making sure each of his movements and his words, doing everything in their power to avoid what had happened that afternoon, back to happen again.

- No, Sorry, Danny, but I'm not willing to continue to ignore this, at least now I know that you are not indifferent to what is happening between us ... - Now only if there was a small gap between them and Danny listened with pursed lips and arms folded across his chest, marking a clear line between them. Steve tentatively approached one of his hands to the face of Danny, who carefully watched his every move, her whole body tense, like a cornered animal to wait a signal to launch the attack. As soon

Steve's fingers touched his skin, Danny broke. Steve pushed with all his strength, making him stumble. Luckily, the couch was behind him and stopped his fall. Trying to get back on their feet when he found Danny's body over his, pushing him against the cushions, his mouth on hers and his hands looking skin under his clothes, made contradicting what his words had secured a few minutes ago.

Danny's kisses were like himself, passionate, explosive and devastating. Steve tried to keep up, not to get carried away by anger that Danny pushed his tongue against yours or how their hands clung to his body with enough force to leave marks. Steve tried to restrain him, to slow things up, to lengthen the time a little more.

But Danny was not going to let you control the situation, all his stubbornness Steve focused on carrying the limit of his sanity. Before he knew it, Danny had unzipped his pants, stroking on the boxers, while his mouth down his chest and his other hand pulling a leg to get space, then work on their own pants, his erection requiring some attention. Steve

tried again to calm things down, struggling to regain control of his body, which was now completely at the mercy of the caresses of Danny, who had no intention of stopping. As he could, caught Danny's face body and hands him face and look him up. A storm of emotions clouded the blue eyes of Danny and Steve did not know what to do with it. She kissed him, taking his time, running his tongue the corners of his lips, stroking his chin, looking for his pulse in his neck.

But Danny did not understand reasons and after a few minutes to let Steve enjoy the taste and texture of her skin beneath his lips, he returned to the attack. One of his hands pulled down his boxers and without many ruthlessly began to stroke him as his own erection pushing against her hips, looking for some friction. Danny

kissed furiously biting his lips, his free hand on his neck, pinning, while her other hand up and down his erection, without rhythm, slowly and tortuously, pushing against her belly, groaning against her lips, too angry to talk. Steve

shuddered from head to toe, his body reacting to the frontage of Danny, who would not give one iota of control, crazed with each touch of his lips, with every turn of his hand, with every thrust of his hips against her belly. Steve was holding Danny's shoulders, as if afraid of falling if they let go. His mouth moved against Danny, feeling the metallic taste of blood mixed with saliva, a sign of the violence that Danny had been kissing for what felt hours and were probably not more than a few minutes.

Danny felt tense under his hands, his hand on his erection their pace and his mouth a moment away from his lips. He opened his eyes, could not even remember having closed and watched the expression on the face of Danny. Her eyes were tightly shut, biting her lip, stifling a deep groan that wanted to escape his throat. Steve pushed his body against Danny, kissing her neck, letting your teeth will rub the skin, where his pulse beat faster, murmuring his name. A shiver ran through Danny and Steve felt him cum on his belly. Some

seconds later it was he who let out a deep groan, running at the same time, his whole body shaken by the force of his orgasm, Danny's breath on his neck, the smell of sweat and sex. For the thrill of finally being able to have this, to have Danny, trembling in his arms.

But the feeling only lasted a moment. Danny got up slowly, fitting clothes, breathe deeply a few times, trying to regain some composure.

Steve tried to stop him, but still could not regain control of their limbs, surprised that Danny would stand. He had to make a real effort to get off the couch when he saw Danny take the keys to the Camaro, which had ended on the floor in the middle of the episode, apparently determined to continue with its plan to return home.

- Danny ... - I watched you finish getting your shirt tucked in and settle the tousled hair.

- I need space to think, so far from you as possible ... - approached him and kissed him deep and long, his hands on his knees. Steve responded to the touch, happy, confident now that Danny would consider things after their analysis alone, at their own pace and in a place where he felt safe.

- We're fine, right? - Said on the lips, and kiss and kiss, taking advantage of proximity and Danny do not let him stop you. - Tell me that tomorrow we'll be okay and that this is not the last time we do this. - Danny leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, smiling despite himself.

- As if you were to leave me alone after that ... - kissed him again, smiling away in a hurry when Steve got his hands on his shoulders and tried to lure him back to the sofa beside him. - No, McGarrett, seriously, I must go now. Tomorrow I see you in the office and, well, see what happens, do you think?

finally turned away and walked slowly toward the door while Steve was dropped on the couch, with a smile of total satisfaction on his lips. Heard the car away and let him sleep expired.

Tomorrow would be a great day.